Come, O thou Traveler unknown, Whom still I hold, but cannot see, My company before is gone, And I am left alone with thee; With thee all night I mean to stay, And wrestle till the break of day. | I need not tell thee who I am, My misery or sin declare; Thyself hast called me by my name; Look on thy hands and read it there! But who, I ask thee, who art thou? Tell me thy Name, and tell me now. | 211 Yield to me now, for I am weak, But confident in self-despair; Speak to my heart, in blessing speak, Be conquered by my instant prayer! Speak, or thou never hence shalt move, And tell me if thy Name is Love. | 'Tis Love! 'Tis Love! Thou diedst for me! I hear thy whisper in my heart. The morning breaks, the shadows flee; Pure, universal Love thou art: To me, to all, thy mercies move; Thy nature and thy Name is Love. | |